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Post by Mochi on Jun 24, 2018 21:05:00 GMT -6
Thread PL: 2,700
This was probably a more quieter location than he would have expected, the outskirts of the North City seemed to have the afternoon breeze than the city itself, so that would be a good spot to take his jog elsewhere. There were plenty of suburban houses and even there was a park there too. It was much like the other city he called home, but there was more to it than just city life that he was accustomed to. Of course, his mother would tell him not to get too far away, so that she wouldn’t want to worry too much about his current location. That location being the outskirts where he could be viewing the houses in the suburbs here and there, provided that the enemies of his father’s former planet of origin wouldn’t try and mess with him. Then again, they would beat him easily, considering that he was not strong enough to be punching them to oblivion.
This was probably the dangers that his father spoke of, the fact that there were other Saiyans of Planet Vegeta who were being chased down by those horrible people was making him a bit afraid to get out there for a bit. Oh well, the Saiyans were the more stronger race in the boy’s opinion, the fact that Saiyan blood would run in his veins meant that he was going to be a protector of the weak. Being a superhero himself was an aspiration of the childish kind to a person who wouldn’t understand his ambitions, but first, he needed to get stronger and the only way he could do that is if he had found someone to train him personally. “How am I supposed to get stronger if Father is not around anymore...” He would muse to himself while looking over the horizon of the city. The boy was at least hopeful that he would return soon and with a cure for his mother’s illness.
He would shake his head. “No, I can’t think about how Father is doing right now, I have to get stronger for his sake!” He would clench his fist in a tightening resolve. The fact that his mother was sick right now meant that he had to protect her and make sure she was in his safety, but she always told him that she was going to be okay no matter what. After a while, he would find himself plopping down on the greener part of the city’s outskirts, laying down and looking up at the clouds. While there were some clouds that would pass by in a lazy fashion, he did remember the times he had lied down on the grass along with his father as a child. Those days were gone now...with his father having been long gone to help both the people he loved most with their troubles.
Surpassing his own father meant that he had to grow as both a person and a member of the proud Saiyans, but how could he do that if he had doubts on his mind? Lately, he was starting to doubt himself for being too weak to even help his mother from her ailing state. Why was he acting this way now?
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Post by Vocado on Jul 25, 2018 23:05:07 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 32,000
"HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
A mighty shout echoed through the suburbs, and with it, came a resounding crash. Not far off, on the opposite end of this quaint little cul-de-sac, lay an alien soldier, his body crumpled in a crater formed by his landing. His booger-green skin was stained purple and brown from the blood and dirt, and his armor was cracked from the center. In short order, a group of onlookers formed, snapping pictures and calling friends or law enforcement. In that brief moment, things were calm, all things considered.
The moments that followed, however, could simply be called chaos.
A squadron of aliens descended from the sky, blasters strapped to their arms. With sneers and laughter, they rained blasts down on the crowd, and though their aim was shoddy, they did their duty in disrupting things. A few citizens were vaporized, but most had scurried to safety before the explosions rained down.
In the smoke and rubble, the quartet of floating aliens laughed together.
"Damn, didja see their faces?! They were ready to die of fright just from seein' us!"
"Heh, yeah. I ain't never seen such dummyheads before."
Before the squad could finish speaking, another warrior appeared like a blur, and slammed his knee right into one of the smaller, green aliens. His many eyes bulged, and before he could react, the force of the kick sent him skyward. He winked out of sight like a star, and in his place stood a mighty Saiyan.
"Your quarrel is with me, goons! Keep these civilians out of this, or I'll make sure this takes longer than it needs to."
The three remaining soldiers looked between themselves, and then back to Vocado. This guy was tough, sure, but was he really that tough, or was that just a lucky shot? Only one way to find out, they agreed silently.
The strongest of them floated further forwards. His skin dark and mottled, he growled at the Saiyan as he leveled his blaster toward him. "Funny. You were content to play keep-away until we started killin' folks. Maybe we should dust a few more to stop you from playing around more."
His cronies laughed, before aiming their own blasters at the remaining houses in the cul-de-sac. Their weapons whined and whirred as the energy within wound up, causing Vocado to frown. They were serious, it seemed.
What was he to do? Even if he was faster than them, there's no way he'd be able to take down all three of them with the distance between them. It was guaranteed at least one of these mooks would be able to vaporize even more citizens. As the World Trade Fleet soldiers continued to laugh, Vocado's mind raced. What options did he have?
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Post by Mochi on Aug 16, 2018 17:33:03 GMT -6
A commotion could be heard from where he was laying about on the grass. Wait, are those the voices of people willing to hurt the other folks here?! Mochi would quickly move to the sound of the voices and from the looks of it, it seemed like they were aliens who had come to Earth just to mess with the other Saiyans that lived in exile here. However, there was one other person who stood out from the rest of the ensuing chaos, it was another Saiyan. Partly because he could tell from the uniform, but it looked like he needed help. Man, why did these goons come here and disrupt the peace? Have they ever have anything to do except bothering the quiet city life here?
Anyway, he would quickly rush to the other male's aid, punching one alien with all the strength he had. "Hey, if you're gonna disturb the peace around here, then you're better off fighting me too!" At least, that was what image he was trying to present to the other civilians and the alien goons. This was his chance to become a hero of mankind and he better step up to that plate or things would go downhill fast. Wherever his father was, he was hoping that his dad would be watching over him. "Did they come from the World Trade Fleet? This looks really bad." He would ask the guy.
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Post by Vocado on Aug 16, 2018 21:58:14 GMT -6
A prayer wasn't answered often in Vocado's life, but just this once, it was; in the form of an ally, of course. With impressive speed, another, admittedly oddly-dressed Saiyan arrived, slamming their fist into one of the crooks. The strike was powerful, and he had been caught unawares. Like his comrade before him, the orange-skinned alien was sent flying miles away, blinking into the sky. Bewildered, the other two lost their aim, and Vocado went on the offensive.
With a quick burst of Ki, Vocado sped forward, elbowing the leader of the pack, and using the momentum of his strike to send the alien into his friend. Their impact sent them plummeting to the ground, landing in the crater alongside the alien in the crater. The trio groaned painfully, but did not budge.
Vocado let out a relieved sigh.
"That was good timing, young one. If you hadn't stepped in, we would have lost some civilians." He turned to the other Saiyan, and bowed. "I am Vocado, King of the Saiyans. And you are?"
His attention turned back to the crater at Mochi's question, and he nodded. "Yes, sadly. They'd been trailing me for quite some time, so I had to deal with them. It was a shame my aim was so poor. I was aiming to send the first one into the lake a few miles south, but he landed in the suburbs instead." He landed in the crater, collecting two of the unconscious bodies and slinging them over his shoulder.
"I don't suppose you could help me out one more time? We'll need to dump this lot elsewhere so that when the Fleet come looking, they won't stay here for long."
He motioned toward the last body with his head, and floated out of the way. If Mochi grabbed it, he'd wait for the lad to be ready before they took off.
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Post by Mochi on Aug 29, 2018 17:58:17 GMT -6
When the other Saiyan introduced himself as Vocado, Mochi would respond in kind with exuberance. "It's nice to meet you, Vocado! I'm Mochi, scion of the royal house of Gemovege." The civilians seemed to be unharmed, but he wouldn't count those other goons out yet. If the others heard of the incident, it would be bad for both of them. He wasn't strong enough to take on the stronger enemies, but he was at least strong enough to take out regular mooks. From there, Vocado suggested that they should move the bodies so the Fleet wouldn't stay for long when they're looking for their buddies.
"Sure, I'll help you. I'm glad that the civilians were unharmed at least." He would nod before taking the unconscious body and slinging it over his shoulder. He would get ready to fly into the air, there were still so many questions that needed answers and most of them were about the World Trade Fleet themselves. What if the Fleet had gotten his father while he was out there? That would be really bad, but he might be capable of taking care of them either way. "Do you know if any other members of their kind were searching for other Saiyans? I'm getting worried about my father and if he would be running into them while searching to aid my mother's illness." Especially since he was told about Planet Vegeta's history about the Fleet when he was young, he wanted to know more about them.
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Post by Vocado on Sept 9, 2018 0:29:44 GMT -6
"The pleasure's all mine, Mochi. Let's get out of here quickly."
With a quick burst of energy, he took to the skies, flying as steadily as he could with the added weight. If Mochi followed, he'd continue their conversation.
"The World Trade Fleet is all over Earth. They're like a virus, spreading and searching for our people to snuff them out. We've been surviving just fine thus far, but if I had to guess? I'd say we haven't long before they find our base of operations and put us in an even worse position." He frowned to himself, but continued. "My hope is that we can find a solution to our problem before it ends us. My hope is that we can become strong enough to beat them back one last time, but if we can't there's always the Dragon Balls to search for... If they still exist, that is."
Vocado flew for a while, trying to put as much distance between them and the town as they could. He remembered a lake not far from here. Perhaps he could deposit them near there?
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Post by Mochi on Sept 12, 2018 14:28:09 GMT -6
Mochi would follow after the Saiyan, holding the unconscious body in tow as he flew alongside Vocado. As he would listen to Vocado's explanation about the World Trade Fleet and their deal with the Saiyans, the situation seemed to be just fine for the Saiyans if they continued to hide out from them for a while until they could plan their next move. "That sounds bad if they found out your base of operations. My father told me about Planet Vegeta, but what's the status on the planet now?" He asked.
When Vocado mentioned the Dragon Balls, his face would light up. "I was also hoping to use the Dragon Balls to cure my mother, she's still sick and I want to make her feel better. Using the Dragon Balls to help beat back the Fleet is a good idea." At this point, nobody knew if they still existed at that point, but he wouldn't use it to make selfish wishes like money or fame. If he had to wish for something and anything at all, it was probably to help Planet Vegeta as well.
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Post by Vocado on Sept 18, 2018 0:38:35 GMT -6
"I wish I could say the planet is okay, but its far from it. The Fleet have it in their grasp, and they're looking to sell. I suppose if we wanted, we could give an offer, but I doubt anything we give would be enough unless we offered our lives in servitude. I'll tell you one thing, Mochi; they can take our planet, but they'll never take our freedom from us. One day soon, we'll return home."
Worried thoughts crept through Vocado's mind. What if the Fleet found them here? In the sky, with bodies in their hands and a town so close by? It'd be hard to fight back. Then again, he supposed dropping them wouldn't be so bad. They were the enemy, after all.
"Well, truth is we might never find the Dragon Balls. Nobodies seen them in years, and its been longer still since a wish was made on them. For all we know, they might be gone for good."
It wasn't long before they found the lake. It was huge, and seemed quite deep. Landing at its shore, he deposited the two by the edge, and pondered. Would it be right to simply drown them? They were Fleet warriors after all. Then again, if their allies find them dead, they might suspect a nearby town, or simply take out their frustration on some bystanders regardless. Perhaps this'd be a good time to test his new companion's own thought processes.
"Mochi. What should we do with them? I was thinking of tossing them in, but it might come back to bite us if we let them perish here."
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